Huo Yuhao: My Spiritual Power Is Decent

An unknown power quietly surged into Huo Yuhao's heart. He did not resist, nor did he mobilize his Divine Power to resist the intrusion of this power.

He knew that the "military training" on Devil Island would basically not result in any casualties. Since he wouldn't die, he was confident that he could face whatever came next.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and his body felt as if it no longer belonged to him.

That force was gentle yet irresistible, like an invisible hand gently pushing his consciousness from a conscious world into an unknown Abyss.

However, Huo Yuhao regained consciousness in just a moment.

He suddenly opened his eyes, but the sight that greeted him made him pause for a moment.

He had clearly been lying on the grass in the valley with Gu Yue and the others, but now there was no one around.

Gu Yue is gone, Na'er is gone, and Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Xu Xiaoyan have all disappeared without a trace.

It was as if, in the brief instant he closed his eyes, everyone vanished into thin air.

The surrounding valley was still lush and green, with flowers and plants swaying gently in the breeze. Everything looked exactly the same as before I fell asleep, except that the presence of the five people was missing.

Huo Yuhao frowned, his Divine Power spreading out in all directions like a tide, carefully sensing everything.

There was indeed no sign of anyone around, but he quickly sensed a subtle sense of unease.

A slight smile played on his lips, and the solemnity on his face lessened considerably. He thought to himself, "So it was just an illusion."

Although the illusion before him was so realistic in terms of sight, hearing, and touch that it was almost indistinguishable from the real thing, under his Divine Power at the Spirit Domain Realm, the exquisite disguise eventually revealed a flaw.

This world lacks a genuine pulse of the soul; it's like a meticulously painted canvas—beautiful yet static.

He recalled the name of the Nightmare Old Demon, which further solidified his belief that everyone else was currently lost in their own Dreamscape, just like him.

Outside, the yellow fog had quietly dissipated, the night remained deep, and a dark purple light was evenly cast on the grass, illuminating the peaceful sleeping faces of the six boys.

Nightmare and Po Mie stood side by side with the group, looking down at the little ones who had fallen into a deep sleep.

Po Mie on his cane, Po Mie licked his chapped lips and said impatiently, "Let me see what these little guys are thinking."

As soon as the Nightmare occurred to him, soft halos of light rose from the bodies of Huo Yuhao and the other five people.

Those orbs of light were like suspended soap bubbles, their surfaces shimmering with hazy, colorful light, and the images reflected within them were exactly what each person was thinking at that moment.

For example, Tang Wulin's head was surrounded by a warm and inviting scene.

In a small but clean and tidy room, he and his parents sat around the dining table, on which were steaming dishes. His mother was putting food into his bowl, while his father laughed heartily beside him, saying something amusing.

The scene was so real, so real that even those standing outside in Po Mie and Nightmare could feel the peace and happiness.

But the Nightmare Old Demon's methods make it impossible for anyone to have a peaceful and pleasant dream.

In Tang Wulin's Dreamscape, the fragile wooden door was suddenly kicked open violently by a group of strangers.

Then came the flashing of knives, blood, his mother's screams, and his father's back as he desperately shielded him.

Even though Tang Wulin donned the One-Word Battle Armor and displayed strength comparable to Soul Emperor, he still couldn't contend with these strangers. He could only watch helplessly as his closest loved ones fell before his eyes.

Other people's Dreamscape were largely similar: a beautiful scene suddenly Po Mie, and the most terrifying thing in their hearts happened.

The Nightmare Old Demon watched the shattered images rising and falling within the orbs of light, a satisfied yet cruel smile on his face, occasionally offering a comment.

But when his gaze, along with that of Po Mie, fell upon Huo Yuhao, the expressions on both their faces froze.

The scene projected from the ball of light above Huo Yuhao's head was completely different from the other five. There were no heartwarming scenes, no shattered Nightmare, no heart-wrenching cries, and no desperate struggles.

The scene was eerily calm; he stood alone in a gray void, and nothing happened.

Nightmare and Po Mie exchanged a glance, both seeing an undisguised look of surprise in each other's eyes.

They used this method of entering dreams to torment countless Shrek Academy geniuses; which one wasn't tortured to the point of near death in their Dreamscape?

But Huo Yuhao's Dreamscape was like a stagnant pool; it couldn't even stir up a ripple, let alone Nightmare.

Po Mie his head to the side, a ruthless sneer slowly creeping onto his lips, "Nightmare, your methods aren't working anymore, are they? The little guy won't even bother to lift an eyelid. Where do you put your old face?"

Nightmare Old Demon felt he had lost face, his old face flushed slightly, and he snorted heavily, "Stop talking nonsense, I'll go down and meet this little genius myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nightmare's figure disappeared from the spot and entered Huo Yuhao's "Dreamscape".

Looking at the Nightmare Old Demon who suddenly appeared in front of him, Huo Yuhao's expression was surprisingly calm. There was no surprise or panic in his eyes, as if he had expected this to happen.

Nightmare was taken aback for a moment upon seeing this, and blurted out, "Your Divine Power is very strong, how come you didn't enter my dream?"

Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this, and continued, "I'm Spirit Type Soul Master, my Divine Power is decent."

Nightmare's face lit up with a look of sudden realization, and he thought to himself, "So he's Spirit Type Soul Master, no wonder!"

Spirit Type Soul Master are Divine Power much stronger than other Soul Master of the same level, and this kid is already Soul Saint, so ordinary dream-entry methods really can't do anything to him.

But he didn't have time to delve into those matters at the moment; his old face immediately darkened.

He curled his lips into a displeased smile, his voice turning colder. "You woke up so quickly, which really annoys me. Do you know how much face you've made me Po Mie in front of that old bastard, Po Mie?"

Huo Yuhao didn't interrupt him, and didn't even change his posture, remaining quietly standing in place, wanting to hear what else he would say.

This unwavering composure only fueled Nightmare. A flash of annoyance crossed his eyes, and with a sudden wave of his hand, a beam of light appeared in the air diagonally above Huo Yuhao.

The image reflected in the light and shadow made Huo Yuhao's gaze sharpen slightly; it was Gu Yue.

Beside her stood another figure, none other than Tang Wulin.

The two stood side by side, surrounded by a thick pink mist.

Nightmare's face returned to that eerie smile, only this time it held a hint of naked malice.

He pointed at the pink mist and said with a malicious smile, "Is Gu Yue your girlfriend? I've seen you two sticking together ever since you arrived on the island; your relationship seems more than just friendship."

"This pink mist has an aphrodisiac effect. With just a thought, she and that silly boy next to me will be enveloped in this mist."

"I don't need to say more about what will happen then, do I?"

As Nightmare spoke, she carefully observed Huo Yuhao's expression, hoping to catch a glimpse of anger or panic on his perpetually calm face.

Having manipulated people's hearts for so many years, he knows best what can hurt a young man's heart the most, and what can shatter that damned composure and calmness.

However, to Nightmare's utter surprise, after hearing his words, Huo Yuhao's expression remained as calm as still water.

There was no anger, no panic, no clenched teeth and threats, not even a trace of emotional fluctuation.

He simply stood there quietly, slightly raising his eyelids to glance at the pink mist before turning his gaze back to the Nightmare.

That look seemed to say... Is that all?

That gaze was so calm, so calm, that it made Nightmare feel inexplicably uneasy.